The Fragmented Rendition of the Encounter

Here I am. I am in this place. This place filled with every life contentment possible. None of that matters because He is here. The man of my dreams. To whom I owe my whole heart to. Who I've been awaiting to meet all my life in person. The radical sell-out for eternal ambiions. A man who reached passed the temprary -shoved that away- and kept his eyes on His purpose and His Father. Through every pressure and temptation he fought, defeating it all with undying passion and the very words of the Creator. Ripping throughts of selfish ambition from His very heart and touching the untouchable. No matter the condition. No matter what the religious said he forever kept the peaceful trust of an innocent child and plunged into the depths of Hell. 

All for me.... How could He? How could He give away every fiber of His being away for me? I hated Him. I rejected Him and scorned Him to gain the fleeting acceptance of the crowds. I knew nothing of this Jesus, this "Son of God" Even so, He loved me , saw past my fighting bitterness and melted my heart with his devotion. 

So here I am. Looking. waoiting what will happen when He appears? What should I say or do? He knows my vile wickedness, so why should I hide behind politness? Should I hug him or just smile? 

BRIGHT glorious light outshined my worries and doubts. Everything stood still all my focus was on the Magnificient figure walking towards me. With every step He took He held my gaze with unwavering eyes, in that moment it was just him and me. My Savior! The man who shared every expeirence i've ever known. He was finally here! A tremendous joy and excitement burst from the depths of my soul. Before I could hesitate, I bolted for him. The apple of my eye. His smile broadened. I drew closer. The look of love in His eyes overwhelmed me and I burst into racking sobs. I wrapped my arms around Him. Practically threw myself on him. He didn't stiffen or pull away. He hugged me tighter then I hugged Him. He was sobbing as I was, stroking my hair softly, whispering words of love in my ear, and kissing my head gently. It was then that I realized that these were the arms I belong to. This is where I feel safe, preciously loved, and even childish. Here my past worries are nonexistent. Here is where I know who I am in this timeless moment. I cling on to Home, the arms of Jesus Christ.

Spring 2006